Walking up Fifth Avenue at midnight, Leo begins to whistle. He does not know the ______________ of the tune nor does he care to know; it is a complicated tune, one he whistles often when alone. He wears a t-shirt and is barefoot, with khaki trousers; he can feel the worn old paving beneath his ______________ . Although he walks up the middle of the broad avenue he can see patches of grass ______________ tall weeds on either side of him where the sidewalk has long before been cracked and broken away, awaiting repairs that will never be made. From these patches Leo hears a chorus of diverse clickings and wing rubbings of insects. The sounds make him uneasy, as they always do this time of ______________ , in spring. He puts his big hands into his trouser pockets. Then, uncomfortable, he ______________ them out again and begins to jog, huge and light-footed, athletic, up toward the massive form of the Empire State Building.